Tagged: taiwanese

listening to old

listening to old
taiwanese songs in mom’s kitchen,
reaching towards an

old ache, real and imagined,
melancholy in our bones
.
20210624:1824
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dad perfects the love

dad perfects the love
of simplicity and the
unity of love –

biting into a fan tuan,
taking a sip of soy milk
.
20200808:1236
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inside each waiting

inside each waiting
are small sachets of seasoned
waiting, provided

principally as a source
of comfort, preservation
.
20171023:1951
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i am opening

i am opening
a fresh package of
candied pinto
beans and
remembering
how you used to
carry them overseas,
from grandma to
grandma to
granddaughter,
hand to hand to
hand, an exchange
all at once
familiar and
unfamiliar, a
sugar-coated
nostalgia
.
20160729:0800
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summers in our

summers in our
kitchen – i am
shaving ice, mom
is cutting cool grass
jelly into cubes
gingerly across
her palm –
at least one of us
is over the moon
.
20130913:0919
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on any given

on any given
day, i carry
the image of the
most perfect
beef noodle
soup
in my
mouth, the
clever star
anise in
my nostrils,
my mother’s
fresh tangerine
smile steeping
in my heart
.
20101121:1830
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